A Hunter's Bad Luck

A hunter with an empty game bag enters a country tavern at nightfall, and with an air of gloom bids the hoet sorra im with a glaas of wine. Whilo he ia drinking it the host remarks confidentially, "ïou had bad luck to-day, I'm ftfraid?" "Yes, my friend I did not bag a single thing. The firet time tuch a thing haa happened to me in the course of my life." (Sportsman' perjury at whioh Jove laughs. ) wen, ir you are anxious lo tRKe eometmne; home I hare a hare out in the atable that I would not miud parting with to you for 10 franca. " "A hare? Dead?" "No, alive. I caught it yesterday." TUtakeit" The landlord leada the hnnter out into the yard and brings out the hare, whioh he ties to a atake by a cord faatened to its foot. "Now. air. blaze awav!" The sportsman retires a few paces, brings his gun to his shoulder and blazea away, and the charge takes effect in the cord, and the hare bounds lightly over the fence and diaap. pears in the azure distance !